The rain was coming down in sheets as you slogged your way towards the local tavern. You needed to rest your feet and get something to eat. The tavern was filled with locals and from a glancing look, a few adventures. You were an outsider in these lands, and the looks that the people were giving you made that much more poignant. All the tables were full, and those that had an extra seat were not eager to lend you it. Just as you were about to give up and leave, what sounded like a mix between a hearty laugh and a trumpet sounded through the tavern. You don’t know how you could have missed them, but the laugh belonged to a giant of a man with the head of an elephant. His clothing was exotic and foreign, maybe even kingly.
The giant threw his head back and downed his mug and slammed it down onto the table. He chuckled at something only he thought was funny and started laughing again. The laugh turned into a trumpeting from his trunk, which only made him laugh harder. Once his laughter subsided, his brown, gentle eyes fell upon you.

“Ah, a fellow stranger in a strange land!” he greeted happily, his ears flapping excitedly. “Come, come, sit with me stranger!”

He trumpeted at the tavern maid for another few mugs as you took up his offer and rested you weary feet.

“You are an adventurer, yes?” he asked with a smile and a twinkle in his eye. “What stories do you have to tell? Please, tell Mahavir your stories, and I will tell you mine.”